It would be so easy just to shut down right now & just walk away from everything, & not caring one way or another about things. Holding back not telling people off. Keeping the tongue in check not screaming out things that shouldn't be said. Not sitting crying & moaning. Trying to keep the head up. Praying for everybody else, because nothing left to pray for self, for nothing seems to work. Trying to stir up the joy & faith inside. Trying to keep emotions in check & not let the heart wander aimlessly off track. Working on keeping the promises in front as well as the prize at the end of the race. Watching as more & more gets taken & nothing can be done. What more needs to leave, or to be stripped? Is this a joke? Is it funny to dump dung on one? How much more will be dumped? The tunnel is long & never ending. No longer know which is up or down. The light ends up being a tease of another lamp hanging from a wooden beam shining, but still not enough to show if going further into the abyss or coming out to breathe fresh air filled with life. Not one caring to speak, that needs to speak. Silence is deafening. Ear drums hurt from the silence. Hope is loosing ground. Sight is dimming as the darkness swallows up the light & nothing comes forth anymore.